Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 3: "Fear with Jenna and Vanessa"
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It had been a long week for me, and I had a feeling there was still a long way to go. After my humiliation at the hotel, the mall, and the college campus, I didn't figure it could get much worse. Today I had been promised to Mistresses Jenna Jameson and Vanessa Blue, and the fact that I was actually hoping for just a day of rough strapon sex was really a testament to how much my macho will had been broken.
As I emerged from the shower, I saw my mistresses dressed in gym shorts and tee shirts, with knee socks, cleats, and baseball hats. On the bed was my softball outfit. It consisted of a fitted, low cut, pink and white pinstripe Yankees jersey, an ultra short, pleated pink cotton skirt, a pink thong with the word "BITCH" in rhinestones across the back, white knee high socks, and pink six inch platform heels. Without being told, I hurriedly put everything on, and presented myself to my mistresses. "Well, it looks like our little batgirl is ready to go," laughed Mistress Jenna. "Pick up our equipment bags and get your ass to the car."
I tottered over to their bags, and bending at the waist, as I had been taught, I peered in before zipping them closed. Inside the bags were all sorts of chains, gags, dildos, strapons, and some items even I could not recognize. The shock must have registered on my face as I looked up to see Mistress Vanessa laughing at me. "Baby, you are gonna GET IT," she said, as she swatted me on the ass. "Good game, see you out there," she said as I hobbled off to the car with the bags.
After placing the bags in the trunk, I knelt near the back passenger door, awaiting further instructions. Mistress Vanessa hopped in the driver's seat, while Mistress Jenna collared me and attached a short leash. She got in the passenger seat, and dragged me in with her, forcing me to curl up on the floor at her feet. As we sped off down the road, I felt her grip on the leash tighten, bringing my head within inches of her pussy. "Pleasure me slave," she growled. "I sure do love road head from a pretty girl," she said as she ground my face into her. All of a sudden, the car stopped and I heard a voice.
"Excuse me; do you know how fast you were going?" Shit, we had been pulled over.
"Yeah, I was going way too damn fast," replied Mistress Vanessa. "I guess I was a bit distracted by my passengers," she said, pointing to us. Mistress Jenna pulled my face out of her sex and forced me look at the large black policeman, her juices plastered to my face. "Listen officer, this is a major problem for me, as I can't have another speeding ticket. Is there something our little friend here can do for you, to remedy this situation?"
"Please step out of the car," he said to me, as Mistress Jenna handed him my leash.
"No Mistress, please Mistress," I pleaded, as I stepped out of the car. He jerked the leash, bringing me to my knees, as he unzipped his pants, displaying what must have been a 15 inch cock. I knew I was out of practice with dicks that size, and I knew the girth alone would rip me open. I pleaded with my Mistresses again, but to no avail, as he dragged me back to my feet and bent me over the hood of the car. This was going to be painful, and violent, and I began to cry and beg some more. "Mistress, I'll do anything but this, please..." I cried, as he flipped up my tiny skirt.
"You sure are a bitch," he laughed, as he saw the writing on my thong. "You're about to be MY bitch," he yelled, slamming my head on the hood, and then jerking it back with the leash. I could see my Mistresses looking on through the windshield.
"Perhaps you should frisk her, in case she's hiding something in her shirt or panties," offered Mistress Jenna. With that, the cop pulled the jersey down, freeing my tits, and mashing them on the hood. His hands traveled downward, and cold fear hit me. I had not used my little dick in so long, I often forgot about it, but not when a large black cop was about to find something he didn't expect. This was the end, I knew it!
"Holy fucking shit!" he exclaimed, as he grabbed my little dick. "Oh you gonna be REAL sorry now!" he shouted as he rubbed his monster up and down the crack of my ass." Just as he was about to ram into me, his radio went off. "Shit. We have a robbery on the other side of town, you real lucky tonight bitch," he said as he shoved me onto the car, and zipped up his pants. "I best not see any of you around here ever again," he warned, as he sped off.
"That was the best thing I've ever seen," laughed Mistress Jenna. "Good thing we paid those guys to start that robbery, and good thing they were on time, because you almost paid the price for it." I wiped my tears, flipped down my skirt, got back in the car, and we sped away.
Mistress Vanessa stopped the car about ten minutes later, and we got out at a bar. Mistress Jenna grabbed the leash, and I walked dutifully three steps behind her. Mistress Vanessa walked over to a table of women who appeared to be a softball team, while Mistress Jenna dragged me back to the bathroom. To my surprise, we went into the men's room. Mistress handed me a black magic marker and said, "You know what to do." I immediately put the marker in my mouth, and began deep-throating it, as I had done to so many of Mistresses' cocks. Mistress could not contain her laughter. "Wow, we really have broken you, haven't we? No, stupid slut, I want you to write your name and number and that you will be available tonight at midnight at the softball fields."
"Sexy batgirl in need of better equipment. You bring the bats; I'll give you a few places to put them. Meet me at the softball fields on 151st and Oak at midnight, Love Barbie," I wrote on the stall. "That will do nicely, slut," Mistress Jenna said, as she dragged me out of the men's room and toward Mistress Vanessa and company.
I noticed the women at the table were all drinking beer, and that their matching jerseys said, "We Hit Better Because We Bring Our Own Bats" with a silhouette of two women with strapons double teaming a large breasted woman in high heels forming the "H" in the word "Hit." Conversation stopped as we approached the table, and all eyes we focused on me. "Well ladies, I can tell that you like what you see," said Mistress Vanessa. "I'll tell you what, we'll meet you at the ball fields on 151st and Oak at midnight tonight for a little game, how does that sound?"
"Look at that sexy little piece of ass," one shouted. "We just love tryouts for pretty little batgirls. I hope she can handle our bats," she laughed as she pointed to her shirt. "If she does a good job, we may have a position or two open for her on a more permanent basis. We'll see you ladies at midnight, don't be late," she warned.
It was getting late, and my Mistresses said their goodbyes and dragged me back out to the car. I again curled up at the feet of Mistress Jenna as we cruised down the road. We drove out of town and out into the country where I assumed the ball fields were. Mistress Vanessa stopped the car, and Mistress Jenna let me out of the car. She opened one of the bags, and took out some handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes, and the remaining bag was hung diagonally over my shoulder, so it would stay in place.
"Now slave, we're going to leave you here," said Mistress Jenna. "As I'm sure you've figured out, we've promised you to two different groups at the same time. That means that someone is going to be angry they aren't getting their piece of ass. Also, both groups think you are a girl, and will probably beat the shit out of you if they find out otherwise. You'll be lucky if all they do is shove a bat up your ass," she laughed. "They will be on two different fields though, so if you choose one way, it'll be the regular plastic dick for you. If you choose the other field, there will be several large, real black dicks waiting to tear you open. Good luck."
All of a sudden I heard the doors slam, and the car peel out, and then there was nothing but silence and darkness. I knew this was not a safe place for a girl like me, and I began to shake and cry. A few minutes later, I saw some light shining through my blindfold, but I heard no voices. Instinctively, I headed toward the light, hoping that it was the women's softball team.
As the ground underneath me changed from grass to dirt, I was grabbed by two pairs of hands and pushed up against what felt like a fence. The bag was removed from my shoulder, and a collar circled my neck, and was clipped to the fence so that my face was at waist level and almost touching the fence. I felt the cool air hardening my nipples, as my jersey was pulled up, exposing my tits. Next I felt the breeze on my ass, as a pair of hands flipped my tiny skirt up onto my back. I still had no idea if I had found the women's or the men's team, and I panicked as I felt a tugging at my thong.
"No, please," I pleaded like a damsel in distress. "Just pull it to the side; I love it in the ass!" There was a howl of women's laughter as a pair of hands grabbed my hips and speared me on huge cock, pressing my face into the fence, where another cock slapped me in the face. I immediately opened my mouth and began sucking the huge dick in front of me, thankful that they were both plastic, but afraid because I knew I had not taken all of either of them yet.
"This is the first part of the tryout, batgirl," a woman said. "You look so pretty there, chained to the fence, getting fucked in the ass and mouth, with your big tits bouncing all over the place. I bet you got those big tits because someone told you to, didn't you?"
"Yes maam," I mumbled from around the cock.
